The mist meanders through the copse
Beside the bridge over the brook,
Where both daffodils and snowdrops
Emerge everywhere one looks.
Watched over by weeping willows
Amongst other old ancient trees
A babbling brook gently goes
Winding through woods and valleys.
Further and further, on it flows
Below bridges both old and new,
Meanders through fields and meadows
Blanketed by the morning dew.

All through an awakening park
Warmed now by a weak winter sun
Night creatures leave only their mark,
Bedding down now day has begun.
Silence surrenders to bird song
A sure sign that day is dawning
Lo and behold before too long
Casts of creatures greet the morning.
Dawn gives way to a brand new day
Leaving a slight sense of sorrow
As magic moments slip away;
A different dawn tomorrow.

I woke up bathing in the moon light. It was of warmth and tender touch. Though I know that I have to get through of it. So I did everything I have to as I took it for granted. As I went outside to take on my path, my yesterdays kept huanting and pulling me back. I fought and I fought until I thought it was alright. But I'm not alright. I let myself be taken and be brought to another realm where reality's obscure and so desperate to show there's life when there's none. The sun's about to come and the sky's turning teal. I am again on the same road I walked a thousand times before. And I'd walk a million times more. It's not only becoming a habbit, it's becoming more of regularity in my system. I want my yesterday to capture me this time.

the sound of the wind is a lullaby
sang by each and every blade of grass
their voices so distinctive no noise can they amass.                                        
Except omitting the motion of movement in the wind,
they play a silent lullaby to echo in the dawn of spring.

Walking through this life of darkness
the only visible lights were
the stars that burn billions of miles away,
their clarity dependent upon
the number of thoughts clouding my skies.
Occasionally the moon would hint at a light just around the corner.
So, in that direction I walked,
in that direction I struggled,
never a %100 sure of it being the right way.
But right now the skies are becoming brighter with each step.
It seems dawn will soon be upon me.

~
ˇWhisper within my ear upon Thy comingˇ
At white clouds, clasp, my beloved king !
The throat singer is heard, drummin'—
To mountan's peek poetic rings .
~
Gently love, my limbs ablaze --
-   to thee  -  to heaven's heir ;
Pun cores of springs amaze ,
All dancing, all like vestals fair .
~
Pure soul is thine at times
Of no tommorows —
To shine thy sleepless rhymes    
Within Grand Spirit's Colors .
~

Dark, this
restive hour, when
I search for a secret
peace, that lies lurking in the heart,
lost moon,

pre-dawn,
before worry
rises to shine on the furlough
when grey the twilight in furtive
retreat:

this hour,
when winds summon
birds to the distant realms
when little voices rise on beaming
star lakes.

The pretty sun is still                                                                                                   In its pretty bed                                                                                                             When a pretty dawn                                                                                                   Comes out to us ...                                                                                                      From behind my window panes                                                                                I look at that pretty dawn's coming ...                                                                          This thing happens everyday                                                                                       Simply because that's the way                                                                                       With it anytime ....

Vulnerable smile, cherubic.    Vessel in the well.
  Watery eyes. First tooth.         Nameless relation.
    New birth. Memories.             New joys. Old pain.
       Overflowing love.                    Half-voice. Kin-sister.

Stars, crackling up in the creux.          A relation called
Nights. Angling; moon.                 brumeux love, half-hug,
Nets wide cast; comets pass.                folded in the wallet.

Pouring out. Half-gong.      Calling to the valleys.
Brook. Shadowy corners.    Tongues, welling up
Delight, discovery.               voices, hushed whispers
Bleating with the sheep,      hymns rising.
crying with the birds,          Conjunctions of states.
whirling with the winds;    Conjurer of fawns.

Casting; soil; roots; new growings;
smiling, spiralling around the hollow,
new life; a cherub, the new dawn.

Sabés, vos sos como el amanecer.
Sorprendente.
Cada dia diferente pero, cada dia mas y mas bella.

Sabés, la manera en que sol cuando sale
Cada mañana de febrero cuarto a las 6,
Describe de algún modo, lo linda que sos.
Así como se que el sol saldrá, se lo linda que vos siempre serás.

Lo increíble no es el hecho que se que ambas cosas son otorgadas, no.
Lo increíble yace en que, asi como ningún amanecer es igual de encantador que el anterior, cada día te veo y te veo más y más fascinante.

Sabés, solo hay algo en que ustedes difieren, algo en lo que vos me demostrás ese perpetuo amor. Hay un momento en que, luego que pasa el amanecer, el sol me deja también.

Ahí entras tu, y la confianza que decidí depositar en vos, me da la tranquilidad de saber que, al contrario de esa grande estrella, tu, mi más grande y bella estrella,  nunca me dejarás.

Día y noche me acompañas, desde ese buenos días hasta ese buenas noches.
Te quiero, sabelo.